Disclaimer: Thunderbirds aren't mine, I have merely borrowed them to act out my (mad) ideas.

Author's Note:

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More Than What Meets The Eye

Chapter Ten

Sighing as he finished thinking over the story, Alan pulled himself into a sitting position in bed as the door to his room slid open.

His eyes lit up.

"Scott!"

"Hey kid. How're you doing?"

"I'm good, Scott. How...how are you?"

"Not so bad."

"I thought you were on extended leave?"

"I was. I came back. If I stayed out there by myself any longer with nothing to do I was gonna go crazy."

"Scott...I'm sorry for everything."

"Alan. None of this is your fault. OK? I'll survive, you know."

"So are you going straight back on duty?"

"I guess. I don't..."

Scott remembered Megan's last words.

"I don't wanna mope around forever."

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He looked up longingly into the stars. By day, the pain was easing, but when he had nothing else to think about, Scott thought about her.

He looked harder into the deep darkness of sky, wondering if she was watching him from somewhere up there.

"Alright, son?" the familiar voice of his father brought Scott back to his senses.

"Sure, Dad. I was thinking, that's all."

"It's not so easy when there's nothing else on your mind, is it, son?"

"What?"

"I know what you're thinking about."

There was a short silence as the two men thought.

"Dad. Do you think...do you think Meg went to heaven?"

"If there's a heaven, son, both she and your mother went to it."

Scott looked sideways at his father.

"Dad...you talk to us a lot more about Mom these days. Why..."

"I figured it was time to stop burying the past, Scott. What's happened has happened, and however much it hurts, we can't do anything to change it."

"Do you feel better for talking about things?"

"I do. I've never wanted to really face up to the fact that your mother was gone. But nearly twenty years have elapsed...we need to accept it. And by shutting out her memory, we've affected ourselves too. Wouldn't you have felt more comfortable if we could turn back time, and talk about Mom when we wanted?"

Scott found himself nodding.

"I guess you're right, Dad."

"We're always going to miss the two of them, Scott. But over time the hurt will fade and you'll be able to live with it. You'll be "set free", as the cliché goes."

"Dad...thanks."

"Anytime Scott. If you ever need to talk..."

"OK, Dad."

There was a short pause before Jeff spoke again.

"C'mon. Grandma's baked one her famous apple pies. I'm certainly not going to miss out on the first serving."

"Save some for me!"

Father and son and headed to the lounge.

They'd always been close.

They were closer now.

And it looked like the future was going to get a whole lot better.

"When the Lord hath set you free, ye are free indeed."

THE END.

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Final Note: Thanks to all my faithful and kind reviewers. Glad to hear my story was enjoyed. I have no ideas for any other fics, but I hope to be inspired again soon as I enjoy the work.

Thanks to everyone.

Suzi.

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